Never mind, there’s always the 2026 World Cup - Steve Cardownie
We were all prepared for it but we still held out hope that it would be alright on the night. Alas it was not to be.
The mood of tentative optimism turned out to be misplaced. Despite all evidence to the contrary we still felt that anything was possible.
History told us that we should not expect too much. We had been here before. We should have known better.
How many times does it have to happen before we accept the inevitable? How many times do we have to see our hopes and dreams crushed in the cruellest fashion before we abandon this collective delusion?
As the tension built up as the day grew longer, nerves janglin’ as we sought the opinions of our peers about what was lying in wait for us later that night. Desperately searching for a morsel of defiance, a steely statement of intent. We could’nae, could we?
8pm, here we go!
10pm there we went!
Nae mair Euros for Scotland!
In the words of Rabbie Burns, “O wad some Power the giftie gie us, To see ourselves as others see us, It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An’ foolish notion.”
C’mon Scotland!